“Go on and say what you gotta say. I don’t care to listen.” Morose glances over his shoulder. Merry shakes his head. “Anyway, I wanted to know if you’d like to join me and Evette for a book club meeting?” “How delightful.” I glance between him and Morose. “But why are you whispering?” “Well, it’s sort of a secret club. We have a picnic and talk about what we’ve been reading. We have snacks and wine. Morose gets a bit huffy because he’s not invited anymore.”
Oh shoot thats the damn cutest thing
